*knock knock*

Q opened his eyes, peeking at his alarm clock.

Seven. A. M. Hasn't anyone ever heard of Sundays? grumbled Q, falling out of bed. Cursing under his breath, tripping over the cat, dragging his duvet behind him and around his shoulders. Q opened the door.

"You left this at the office."

It was James.

"Um, how did you know I liv-FELIX NOT NOW." Q yelled, taking his pen off of James.

"Hehe. Y'know, you don't have to take it out on the cat." Chuckled James, picking up the small tabby cat, and scratching it behind its ears. "He's only being friendly."

Q glowered at him. "First of all, do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Seven in the morning!" said James, brightly.

"And Bingo was his name-o" said Q, sarcastically. "Secondly, how did you find me?"

"I work at MI6, how do you think?"

"Was it throug-"

"No! And I know that you think that something's going on between us but i-"

"I couldn't give a damn about your love life, Bond." shot Q. "The point is that this is an invasion of privacy, and all for a damn pen! Let me tell y-give him back."

"Alright, alright, Mr Sour Puss!" Laughed James. Q, however, did not find it quite as funny. He handed the cat back.

"Anyway, I seriously could have just got another one, I have tons."

"Yes, well, um, I also came to see if you wanted to go to the yearly, it's really stupid, they call it a 'ball', that the MI6 hold. Seeing as you're new I wanted to check that you'd got your invite."

"No, I didn't get anything." said Q.

"Oh! Hehe, well, good thing I checked! Well, I have a plus one, if you wanted to use it."

"Yes, I guess I can't see any harm in it."

"Brilliant! I mean..." James stumbled, as Q looked at him, lifting an eyebrow at his sudden enthusiasm. "Well, cool. I'll see you later, I guess."

"Yeah, see you on Monday. Bye."

"Bye Q." James smiled, going back down the stairs to the ground floor of the block of flats. Q watched him go, then closed the door, smiling at the cat.

"See, I told you. What do you think? Meow once for yes, twice for no."

The cat sat on Q's desk, its head tilted, looking at him. It stared for a few seconds, then sauntered off to the bedroom.

"Ah, you're just pissed that I shouted at you." Q chuckled. Well, he was up now, might as well start on work. He started up his computer and brought up shops for tuxes.

Well, maybe he'd start tomorrow. He had some serious business to do. Ball shopping! Now where was his cup of Earl Grey...?